So it's Monday night, I've had a hell of a day at work (nothing serious, just the usual) and Heidi has also had a trying day. What I'd like most to do is collapse on the couch with a Stella Artois and wait for sleep to arrive.
But no, I have to go to a school concert.
I will probably go straight to the bottom circle of hell for this, but I would rather be beaten senseless than go and listen to grade school kids sing about Martin Luther King, Jr.
However, I will do it, because this is what parents do for their kids. I remember my parents dutifully going to every school function of mine when I'm sure they had about the same level of desire that I have for the program tonight. I will say that I spared my parents having to go to sports events because, well, I pretty much sucked at all sports and still do to this day. But my folks did have to sit through piano recitals which has earned them a spot in heaven.
It won't be that bad because it's only an hour long, it's just kind of a bad night for it. The snow's coming down and I work early tomorrow so I have no idea how I'm going to get the driveway cleared. I could go out now, but I liken shoveling the driveway while the snow is still coming down to drying off in the shower before you turn off the water. It just doesn't make any sense. I love the snow and all, but seriously, this is getting kind of ridiculous.